It says that if she won't do as he says, that he must punish her until she learns to obey, and that's the way it should be, my dear, and I support the...right of a husband to apply such discipline to his wife."Howard clung to his chair as the speed of her hand accelerated on his cock."When we're married you'll be my master," she whispered softly, her tiny fist working faster and furiously as she worked on his foreskin. It seemed that she was after conquering his dick and her hands were devious. I took her home with me, had a drink, the joints came out, we began to kiss, and here I was, 12 hours later, hoping she might roll away from me, she was making me quite warm from her body heat.As if she read my mind, her arm came off me and she rolled to her side.She blushed and said “We got naughty last night.”“We are consenting adults.” I said, matter of factly.“Tell me you’re serious, I don’t want you to think I’m anything else but someone who enjoys good sex and good fun, WITHOUT being. The building was even more packed than it had been for the meeting in July, when the special assessment district had first been brought up.For the hundredth time, Kutzley wondered who the hell had told Mike McMahon about the retention pond, and in deer season, too. That wasn't good; half the cars in the back would have high-powered rifles in back, and although nothing was likely to happen, the potential scared him.Ever since the Record-Herald had come out the week before, his phone had been. “He’s over there…and I’m here with…with Papa Bear a few feet away. Why is he teasing me this way? I know his touch would be not too hard, and not too soft, but…just right. Isn’t that right, Goldilocks?” she asked herself with a chuckle.“Maybe I don’t want it just right or too soft,” she thought. “Maybe I want him to just fuck me hard and leave marks where he sucks on my nipples a bit too hard.”Her hands were no longer on her breasts. One was lingering just below her breasts, but the other had.